Decadent smiles
And even richer lies
False hopes
And even more misled dreams

Love at first sight
That needed a second glance

I hate the way my hands shake
The tremors rule
When anxiety doesn't
I hate the way my brain works
The emotions rule
When ideations don't

if only the days events
were as welcoming
as my blankets
and if only my motivations
were motivating enough
to make me climb out of bed

Everything hurt more than the last
You saying you were done
Or sick of me
Or you hated my guts
Or you saying I'd never be enough
Or the door slamming
Or the fact I'd never prove you wrong

Does a heartbreak
Still sound like glass shattering
Does a broken heart
Still keep ticking
If nobody else is here but me?